Michael Drayton

Here you will find the Poem Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour of poet Michael Drayton

Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour

Love in a humor play'd the prodigal 
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; 
Yet, more to grace the company withal, 
Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest. 
No other drink would serve this glutton's turn 
But precious tears distilling from mine eyne, 
Which with my sighs this epicure doth burn, 
Quaffing carouses in this costly wine; 
Where, in his cups o'ercome with foul excess, 
Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian's part, 
And at the banquet in his drunkenness 
Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart. 
A gentle warning, friends, thus may you see 
What 'tis to keep a drunkard company.